AN: This is my first Rocky horror fan fiction and I am a HUGE fan so I had loads of fun starting this, I hope you enjoy!
Chapter one: Over at the Frankenstein place.
"Oh drat!" I cursed as I felt the back of my new beetle convertible bump sharply down onto the ground. A flat tyre. I took my heel of the peddle and stared out into the driving rain. How the hell was I going to find help in this weather? I pressed my nose against the glass and something caught my eye. A light, yes it was definitely a light in the velvet darkness, of the blackest night you could see, burning bright. I grabbed my Mac from the passenger seat and hauled myself out of the car. I groaned as rain splashed down on my Birthday dress that daddy had bought me for my 20th. I couldn't turn up to my party dressed like this, what would people think? I ran up to a pair of iron gates that stood tall in front of me. I yanked at the padlock desperately and to my surprise it fell into my hands with one tug. I stared at the chains in my hands and blinked soon after realising that I was getting wetter by the second.
I screamed as a bolt of white hot lightning struck a tree just past the gate and it began to burn furiously eliminating, for the first time, a gigantic castle. It was strange, it didn't look like a castle at all. I could see now that what I had seen from my dry seat in the car, which was beginning to look incredibly tempting, was a dome as big as a house, eliminated in bright blue light. I couldn't help but gasp and contemplated the warm backseat behind, a choice I probably should have spent more time on, but a fresh flurry of raindrops hit me with a blast and I ran, screaming toward the castle, dropping my drenched Mac onto the muddy path.
I didn't stop until I reached a small flight of steps that lead up to a sheltered doorway. My party dress dripping now I sprinted up to the door and knocked three times, shivering in the wet and the cold. It was a moment before anything happened but what did was over in a flash. A bush of streaked brown hair seemed to appear hurriedly in front of me and a warm hand grabbed my dripping arm sending shivers up my spine. I couldn't stop her and before I knew I was being dragged along a corridor richly furnished, I spotted a familiar painting on the wall and was about to ask about the Mona Lisa that hung above one gigantic fireplace when the woman turned round. Her face was powdered white and her lips stood out like a ruby against snow. My first instinct was to recoil but her eyes were exited, expectant and I was curious.
"You're the chorus girl correct?" she growled with a foreign twang I didn't recognise, something deep beneath my skin rushed up to my neck and nodded my head. She grabbed my arm again.